O! A lightness, sightless and bold: oh, its tightness in these moments foretold. How did I do? Who did we fare? This cataclysmic motion, caught…
If blank verse well-travelled, then the puritans’ words would be holding us today instead of the modernists’ cry, the bards would be vacant and the…
For every fire started I’d sooner forget how I speak in a code even to myself, how you reach out to me in every set…
Poetry for prowess: let me number the days before sight takes hold, before light makes ways into this matter of import, exporting the folds of…
Each gulp of death casts its moment deep into gullies, gaps like torrents easing into place; appeasing this space with the rhythms exchange, not long dormant…
You were in the arms of another, or in the other? They merged then, the eyes of coral and beads obsidian, the feel of a…